Fifty Shades of Domination - My True Story (31 page)

‘But I, of course, did have a mum and a dad, in the shape of my grandparents. They became my whole childish world and my reality: so much so that when Eileen got married shortly afterwards I was recruited as a bridesmaid’ – Miranda at her birth-mother’s wedding.

‘I had been a blissfully happy little girl until that afternoon when my loving childhood world fell apart’ – Miranda in one of those classic primary-school photographs.

‘When one’s parents are in reality one’s grandparents there are significant, yet subtle differences that conspire towards presenting a unique experience of childhood.’ Miranda with her beloved nan and granddad.

‘You should hold on to your virginity until you meet someone special, the man you’ll marry’ – innocence would not last long into Miranda’s teenage years.

‘The truth is that I never set out to be naughty but, in my search for teenage independence, I hit the brick wall of a serious generation gap’ – there were still some sunny moments amid the gathering family storm.

‘I was a tall girl for my age and even on my limited budget – and even though I say so myself – I looked pretty sexy when I was dressed up for a night on the town.’ Miranda before she left home.

Shades of domination: Miranda’s submissive men behave precisely as she tells them they should.

One of the classic images of the dominatrix, complete with riding crop.

‘The beautiful and oh-so-compliant Miss Sherry. She’s naughty, feisty, unruly and badly behaved. I frequently have to punish her for cheekiness and for teasing my male slaves as soon as my back is turned’ – Miranda’s slavegirl Sherry.

‘A filming day is a fun mix of sex, naughtiness, laughter, a lot of stress and what I like to believe is organised chaos’ – anything goes in front of Miranda’s cameras.

The type of dungeon room in which Miranda can bring excitement, mystery and, sometimes, fear to her clients.

Miranda in her riding outfit: ‘Once… I have seen [a man] wriggle in pain at the stroke of my riding crop… there is little he won’t share with me.’